I think I need a weekend to recover from my weekend.

Friday, I ended up with a client meeting at 3:30 that went for about an hour, and then I had some follow up work to do to prep for my 9:15 meeting with that same client this morning. I hurried out of work around 6, couldn't find a damn thing to wear (due partially to the fact that I desperately need to do laundry, and partially to the fact that my only jeans that fit properly died last weekend and I'm not a big fan of my last-minute replacement pair), and finally made it downtown to a sports bar watch the three hockey games going on.

Saturday, I went to a Nats/Braves game and saw the new ballpark for the first time. It is AMAZING. I ate a curly W pretzel, some gelato, and drank much more beer than I had planned because we were on a quest for a full set of the inaugural season plastic cups. Followed that up with a stop for some sangria, and then headed over to a friend's house for some Rock Band, pizza, and clear alcoholic beverages. I went to bed already hungover. Ugh.

But, that meant that on Sunday, I was able to get up refreshed and non-hungover somewhat early. Actually ran outside for about 2 miles, then headed downtown to grab a bagel sandwich (yay for new Breuggers!) ,watch the Caps playoff game in person (which unfortunately they lost, and it was pretty boring for a playoff game), then went out to a bar to meet some friends (root beer only for me). Drove home to hit up not one, but two grocery stores, because the first one was out of just about every item on my shopping list. Finally made it home and passed out on the couch while TS watched the Yankee/Red Sox game.

I'm still completely exhausted today. I'm thinking of starting a petition for mandatory three day weekends. Saturday = socialization. Sunday = errands. Monday = relaxation.